Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.